Sunsetsky
08-25-2007, 02:33 AM
I had an incident that happened to me today while I was on my way home from work. By the end of it, I was upset to the point where I had started to cry.
Basically, I've been having some minor car problems. Some difficulties getting it started, but once I get it going it runs fine. But nonetheless, I've been making plans this weekend to have my dad take a look at it so he can fix it.
Anyways, I was on my way home from work. I'm about ten minutes away and I drive on a major street to get home. I'm stopped at a stop light when I suddenly hear persistent honking on my right side. Looking over I can see a guy, probably in his sixties, trying to get my attention. He motions for me to roll my window down, so I open it enough to be able to hear him.
We'll call him JA for jackass.
JA: You're car is smoking.
I look back and sure enough there a little bit of smoke. Then again, I had just slammed on my brakes.
JA: You need to get that care somewhere NOW to have it looked at. You're driving rubber there.
Me: Alright. Thank you.
I didn't have any money on me nor were there any car places open at this time. Plus, as I said, I was planning on having my dad fix my car tomorrow or Sunday. AND as I had just slammed rather hard on my brakes. I look forward and realize that the light has turned green and I continue on my merry way.
As I continue driving, I notice this guy trying to keep up with me. I'm getting rather nervous at this point. I don't look at him, I keep driving but at the same time keep a look out for any smoke incase it wasn't the tires. There is none, so I shrug it off a bit. A minute later, I hit another red light. The guy is still next to me and I notice he is making an attempt to line his car right next to mine but is unable to due to the fact that there is another car in front of him. He honked once or twice too.
I lose myself in my thoughts waiting for the light to change, when I suddenly hear it.
BAM BAM BAM
Surprised I look over at my passenger side window. The JA had gotten out of his car and was pounding on my window. Surprised, I opened my window at a small crack.
Me: *raised eyebrow*
JA: LISTEN, this isn't just some oil filter problem. YOU NEED TO PULL THE HELL OVER. YOUR DAMN ENGINE IS ON FIRE.
First he was telling me I was riding on rubber, now it's my engine?
He stands there and continues swearing at me loudly. While he's doing this, I glance forward at the front of my car. No smoke. I glance behind me. No smoke.
I've had enough.
Me: GOD, Leave me alone! FUCK OFF!
I roll up the window and he stares at me before climbing back into his car. However, there is no damn way I'm heading home now with this fucker following me like this. So I whip into a parking lot after the light turns and wait for him to pass.
From there I called my mom and chocked out what happened. I was so upset over this. My dad told me to keep an eye out on my way home to see if there was any smoke coming out as I drove. Sure enough, there was none.
Most of the people I told this to asked me if I took his license plate number. I honestly didn't think to at the time. I was so upset. I was understanding when he warned me the first time. However, getting out of the car and BANGING on my window and then swearing at me was OVER THE LINE. I would've had every damn right to call the police on him.
Basically, I've been having some minor car problems. Some difficulties getting it started, but once I get it going it runs fine. But nonetheless, I've been making plans this weekend to have my dad take a look at it so he can fix it.
Anyways, I was on my way home from work. I'm about ten minutes away and I drive on a major street to get home. I'm stopped at a stop light when I suddenly hear persistent honking on my right side. Looking over I can see a guy, probably in his sixties, trying to get my attention. He motions for me to roll my window down, so I open it enough to be able to hear him.
We'll call him JA for jackass.
JA: You're car is smoking.
I look back and sure enough there a little bit of smoke. Then again, I had just slammed on my brakes.
JA: You need to get that care somewhere NOW to have it looked at. You're driving rubber there.
Me: Alright. Thank you.
I didn't have any money on me nor were there any car places open at this time. Plus, as I said, I was planning on having my dad fix my car tomorrow or Sunday. AND as I had just slammed rather hard on my brakes. I look forward and realize that the light has turned green and I continue on my merry way.
As I continue driving, I notice this guy trying to keep up with me. I'm getting rather nervous at this point. I don't look at him, I keep driving but at the same time keep a look out for any smoke incase it wasn't the tires. There is none, so I shrug it off a bit. A minute later, I hit another red light. The guy is still next to me and I notice he is making an attempt to line his car right next to mine but is unable to due to the fact that there is another car in front of him. He honked once or twice too.
I lose myself in my thoughts waiting for the light to change, when I suddenly hear it.
BAM BAM BAM
Surprised I look over at my passenger side window. The JA had gotten out of his car and was pounding on my window. Surprised, I opened my window at a small crack.
Me: *raised eyebrow*
JA: LISTEN, this isn't just some oil filter problem. YOU NEED TO PULL THE HELL OVER. YOUR DAMN ENGINE IS ON FIRE.
First he was telling me I was riding on rubber, now it's my engine?
He stands there and continues swearing at me loudly. While he's doing this, I glance forward at the front of my car. No smoke. I glance behind me. No smoke.
I've had enough.
Me: GOD, Leave me alone! FUCK OFF!
I roll up the window and he stares at me before climbing back into his car. However, there is no damn way I'm heading home now with this fucker following me like this. So I whip into a parking lot after the light turns and wait for him to pass.
From there I called my mom and chocked out what happened. I was so upset over this. My dad told me to keep an eye out on my way home to see if there was any smoke coming out as I drove. Sure enough, there was none.
Most of the people I told this to asked me if I took his license plate number. I honestly didn't think to at the time. I was so upset. I was understanding when he warned me the first time. However, getting out of the car and BANGING on my window and then swearing at me was OVER THE LINE. I would've had every damn right to call the police on him.